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About Sao Paulo

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

Crack-addicted prostitute marries client and completely turns her life around

WIKI: Queimada has origins in the Pagan festivals of Galicia. It is a punch made from Galician aguardiente (Orujo Gallego) - a spirit distilled from wine and flavoured with herbs or coffee, .

There’s a park called Parque dos Sonhos. Kids run around, dogs bark, and old timers complain. I'm always struck by that bittersweet vibe. Even the benches seem to sigh, “Ah, se eu pudesse sonhar…” It’s oddly poetic.

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